Fowl Summer Nights Virtual Book Launch

Book LaunchThe virtual book launch for my novella Fowl Summer Nights is taking place today at Quarter Castle Publishing’s Facebook page.

Pop over to see what’s going on. You might win a book!

If you Share the event and either Like a status or leave a comment, your name is entered into a draw to win an eBook copy or paperback copy of Fowl Summer Nights.

During the virtual launch, I’ll post the following news:

Goodreads Giveaway: Enter to win a paperback copy of Fowl Summer Nights through Goodreads. Deadline: April 11, 2014.

Free Promotion on Kindle: To celebrate the launch of Fowl Summer Nights, the short stories The Man Who Reads Obituaries, Mutated Blood Lines and Dancing in the Shine are available for free at Amazon (Kindle). The links to these promotions are found at the launch.

A short time ago, I posted a video of me reading from Fowl Summer Nights. I’ll talk about the making of the video in a future blog post. For someone who’d rather be behind the camera instead of in front of it, this video was a real challenge. I learned a lot, however, so I’ll be able to apply the knowledge to future projects.

To participate in the book launch visit Quarter Castle Publishing.

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When a Short Story Grows into a Novella

Halifax County Ex 23It started innocent enough. My story idea of a woman who takes up chicken husbandry to avoid the doldrums of retirement was fairly simple, a little silly and a bit laughable.

Here are the first few unedited paragraphs.

The accolades and celebration of forty-three years of service with Canada Post dissipated the first week of retirement. At the age of sixty-five years and seven days Mildred Fowler decided she had received the worst possible birthday gift: unemployment.

The smiles and hugs from coworkers still flashed before her eyes and the din of their congratulations hummed in her ears. Even the sweet smell of Sally’s breath as she toasted to long days of leisure lingered on her nose hairs. She now wondered if they truly believed being sent out to pasture was a happy occasion or if they simply wanted to give her a final hurrah before she entered obscurity. In reality, who really wanted to do nothing all day?

Her son Clyde told her to take up a hobby if she got bored, which he sincerely doubted she would. “You’re where everyone aims to be,” he had said. “You’ve earned this freedom. Take advantage of it while you still have your health.”

“You’ll be able to sleep in,” her youngest son Victor had said on the phone from his office in Summerside.

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